It's a chicken quesadilla afternoon...

One of the things I love about summer vacation, besides the no students, no work, get to wake up late and be super lazy if I want, is the fact that I don't have to eat Tupperware leftovers for lunch. I can actually take my time and concoct something extra tasty for the Boyfriend and I to enjoy. Today I made chicken quesadillas. Not to toot my own horn, but they were awesome! 

Two Ice Creams & a Stapled Finger

A few weeks ago, the Boyfriend came home with this guy.

I don't know if you can tell from the pic, but the poor thing was covered with a horrible material that resembled crocodile skin, but worse cause it was shiny. When I first saw it I told the Boyfriend that it looked like the amp of an 80's hair band member. I then proceeded to mock him by telling him he now had to wear skin tight pants, put a scarf around his microphone and wear tons of eyeliner. Suffice it to say, he was not happy. Fast forward two weeks. He came home with a brand new cover and decided to enlist my help   reupholstering the amp. I'm still not sure if he asked for my help because he really wanted it or as punishment for my mocking him. Regardless of his reasons, I decided to help out. He worked the staple gun and I measured and cut.

It took us quite a while to get it all done. We stopped briefly for an ice cream break, and once more to stop my bleeding finger (me and staple guns don't really get along), but we managed to finish it all. This is how it came out...

Please ignore the mess...neither of us are neat workers

Not bad right? In spite of the stapled finger I had a blast. It's nice to be included every once in a while in his music things.

It's all a learning process

Being a musician's girlfriend means that we don't always get to have regular date nights. I usually work during the week and am too exhausted to do anything on week nights, but by the time the weekend rolls around and I have regained my strength, he is off playing at his gigs and we can't really do much. 

In the beginning of our relationship I deluded myself into thinking that going to his  shows counted as actual dates. I mean, I would dress up, we would have a couple of drinks, and I would listen to him play, but truth of the matter is that we rarely spent any quality time together that way. He'd be busy setting up and getting things ready with the band and I would be left alone. This would eventually make me mad, and although I tried to brush it off and pretend I was okay,  I know for a fact that I never hid it very well. He would notice, ask me what was wrong, I would tell him, he would stress out, and the act of juggling the band as well as the girlfriend would begin. Eventually he'd get mad at my lack of understanding, we'd fight, and our so called "date night" would end up a bit of a disaster. 

This lasted for quite some time. Eventually I realized that I needed to step back and give him his space. His gigs are not just gigs, they're his job. I wouldn't want him hanging around at my job all the time and I'm pretty sure I'd get in trouble for it if he did, so why should I do the same to him? Once I came to this realization I started staying home more. I'd help him put his equipment in the car, give him a big kiss, wish him luck, and that was it. He'd go stress free, rock out, and then come back home and excitedly tell me all about it. In the end, those 4 am recaps of what had happened during the night were a million time better than all the "forced dates" combined. 

I still go to his shows every now and then. I like to show my support and I especially love watching him play, but I always try to go with friends. That way, when he's off doing his thing he doesn't have to worry about me being alone. He gets to play worry free and I get to have some much needed fun.

Being a musician's girlfriend isn't always easy and after two years I'm still learning, but at the end of the day I love him and that means I love everything about him, especially his love for music.